A dog and two pies

One time I made plans to go swim with a friend. Said friend told her mum about it, who then mistook me for a lad called Dave. This then led to an increasing number of male nicknames for me, courtesy of my friends, none of which I minded. It was funnier than it was offensive….

From Bath, with love

I think as much as I try to love other places, no matter how much I prefer bigger, bustlier cities, there will always be a part of me that will be left in Bath. Its quaintness and smallness has both been a blessing and a curse—too many beings crammed in too little a space, too…

Celebration of Diversity

I came across a tweet one day by Kelsey Trevett @ Life of Blind: I’m planning a project on my blog to highlight the diversity and positivity of the online community. Whether or not you have a blog, I’d love for you to be involved; it won’t take long. If interested, please like this tweet,…

Coincidence? I think not.

I’m the kind of person who looks for meaning behind coincidences, no matter how stupid or insignificant they may be. Sometimes I even obsessively read into it like it’s some English Lit novel. It goes beyond typical zodiac post that I come across on Twitter and Tumblr (shameless plugs cough cough); this is real life I’m…

Death and other notions

So as some of you may or may not have heard, on June 10th, singer Christina Grimmie, was fatally shot at her concert Orlando, Florida and died in a local hospital. My sister told me about it, specifically the fact that Grimmie was in critical condition, over a plate of gado-gado after yoga class. All I said was ‘what?’…